AUTHERS NOTE: This is part OC story, part problems I'm venting about in storyform. Bear with me.
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Linkin Park~ NUMB
1
Roxas opened his eyes, his clear blue gaze adjusting to the early morning light streaming through the window, as he glanced around his room with still hazy eyes.
Sitting up, he stretched, reaching towards the ceilinge, is black shirt stuck to his thin frame with sweat from the night, possibly from more nightmares he thankfully didn't remember.
He yawned, his teeth catching the light, more tired than he was when he went to bed the night before, after several hours on an online chatroom he frequented.
He slid his feet to the floor, scratching his essy blonde spikes,
yawning again as he shuffeled off to the bathroom.
As the shower ran to get the icy water to a more agreeable temprature,
Roxas looked at his face in the mirror: he dark circles under his ocean blue eyes stood out, painfully obviuse on his pale skin.
Sighing, Roxas shucked his clothes, and took a long shower,
eyes closed as the hot water rolled off his skin, warming him after the chill of the night.
Dressed, Roxas switched on his computer, clicking through to his email; several new messages, but they could wait.
Powering the machine off, he stumbeled out into the main part of the house, headed towards the kitchen with another yawn.
The grey cat, Leon, sat on the counter, meowing at him insistantly.
" Jeez, ok, ok..." He grumbeled,
pouring some cat food into the blue china bowl besides the table, as the cat rubbed his ankles, purring it's furry head off.
Absently scratching his head, Roxas started up some bacon for his own breakfast, tripping only five times over Leon, which was a decent change fron the usual 20 or so times.
Sitting down to eat, he spotted the grey Nobody, it's body undulating grotesqely, staring at him from the hallway.
It's mouth unzipped, and it hissed.
Roxas rolled his eyes, pushing away from the table.
" This WAS a nice morning..."
He flung his hand out, his Keyblade ( Soul'sFate) appearing in his hand.
Hefting the familiar weight, he lunged: two quick strikes, and the Nobody was gone.
Panting, he turned to Leon, who sat on the counter, staring a him with amber eyes.
Roxas laughed, one hand on his hip.
" Well, breakfast isn't ever dull around here, huh Leon?"
AUTHERS NOTE: This is part OC story, part problems I'm venting about in storyform. Bear with me.
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Linkin Park~ NUMB
1
Roxas opened his eyes, his clear blue gaze adjusting to the early morning light streaming through the window, as he glanced around his room with still hazy eyes.
Sitting up, he stretched, reaching towards the ceilinge, is black shirt stuck to his thin frame with sweat from the night, possibly from more nightmares he thankfully didn't remember.
He yawned, his teeth catching the light, more tired than he was when he went to bed the night before, after several hours on an online chatroom he frequented.
He slid his feet to the floor, scratching his essy blonde spikes,
yawning again as he shuffeled off to the bathroom.
As the shower ran to get the icy water to a more agreeable temprature,
Roxas looked at his face in the mirror: he dark circles under his ocean blue eyes stood out, painfully obviuse on his pale skin.
Sighing, Roxas shucked his clothes, and took a long shower,
eyes closed as the hot water rolled off his skin, warming him after the chill of the night.
Dressed, Roxas switched on his computer, clicking through to his email; several new messages, but they could wait.
Powering the machine off, he stumbeled out into the main part of the house, headed towards the kitchen with another yawn.
The grey cat, Leon, sat on the counter, meowing at him insistantly.
" Jeez, ok, ok..." He grumbeled,
pouring some cat food into the blue china bowl besides the table, as the cat rubbed his ankles, purring it's furry head off.
Absently scratching his head, Roxas started up some bacon for his own breakfast, tripping only five times over Leon, which was a decent change fron the usual 20 or so times.
Sitting down to eat, he spotted the grey Nobody, it's body undulating grotesqely, staring at him from the hallway.
It's mouth unzipped, and it hissed.
Roxas rolled his eyes, pushing away from the table.
" This WAS a nice morning..."
He flung his hand out, his Keyblade ( Soul'sFate) appearing in his hand.
Hefting the familiar weight, he lunged: two quick strikes, and the Nobody was gone.
Panting, he turned to Leon, who sat on the counter, staring a him with amber eyes.
Roxas laughed, one hand on his hip.
" Well, breakfast isn't ever dull around here, huh Leon?"
Edited by TheTimidLight